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[sup][b]“[/b][color=indianred]Once[/color] you’ve accepted your [color=indianred]flaws[/color], [color=indianred]no[/color] one can use them against [color=indianred]you[/color].[b]”[/b][/sup]

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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]full name / nickname(s)[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent] Daria [color=indianred]“Senna”[/color] Zaleski [/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]gender / sexuality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Female, Demisexual[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]age / grade level[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Seventeen, Eleventh Grade[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]occupation[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]None[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]physical appearance[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]When you hear the word Slavic, what do you think? Would it help if it was condensed to Poland? Blond hair and blue eyes, that’s the general aesthetic to the women of Poland. Some still see it as the perfect race derived from history, others have dark hair with dark eyes. Senna, was gifted with naturally blue and captivating eyes. Eyes with such a light iris, they were practically gray. While not an ideal blonde, hints and tones permeated through her roots or when she dyed it of course. The clandestine girl stands at a modest 5’2 and weighs about a buck 10 soaking wet. Her smooth porcelain skin in combination with her hair and her eyes, encapsulate her beauty. Classically beautiful, it’s hard for people not to turn heads when she enters the room. Her doe eyed look isn’t the only face she wears though. Beyond her looks, her fashion could be described as alternative yet chic. Whatever look she goes for she can pull off quite well.

Although you would never expect it, Senna is very good at hiding her imperfections. While not traditional imperfections like acne or tiny teeth, these were imperfections nonetheless. Scar tissue exists all along Senna’s spine and some parts of her scalp, of course hidden under layers of hair and clothes no one has really seen her scars. Beyond having a body riddled with scars and cuts, her most defining feature is a tattoo on the inside of her right wrist. She was branded with a random sequence of numbers to illustrate her case number during the outbreak. Senna has come to terms with the permanent number and wears it as a reminder and band of courage to help her remember life before. When anyone asks its meaning she says it’s her parent’s anniversary date.[/indent][/indent][hr]
[sub][h1][sup][sub][color=indianred]-[/color][/sub][/sup][color=indianred]✶[/color] [i]I[/i]N DEPTH [color=indianred]✶[/color][/h1][/sub]
[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]personality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]There’s two sides to every coin, some rusted into obscurity. There was an image of just one side to Senna. The boisterous and overly extroverted girl that made friends with everyone and anyone. Senna was never one to be afraid of anything, whether it was dancing in the streets to her own music while everyone watched and laughed or the first one to jump out of their seat to speak in front of a sea of people. She was brave in that fact, fearless in the face of mystery and the unknown. Something that would be missed. Being quirky and high spirited in nature, had lent itself to being her strongest characteristics. Her naturally free spirited mind and charisma led to the attraction of others, had she been sentient enough, Senna could create her own congregation just by speaking. Living in the moment was all Senna was concerned with and the company of good people and great memories to cement her time on the constantly revolving planet. A [color=indianred][i]maverick[/i][/color] in every sense of the word. 

A coin toss, so simple and yet the chances are always so tantalizing. After the incident however, Senna never liked her chances. The once cheerful and high spirited girl, cracked like a doll. The remnants of her glass castle have forged quite the opposite person. Senna was riddled with anxiety fueled by her inclusion of her new found post-traumatic stress disorder. Once brazen and unafraid of the unknown, turned to unease and flight as her primary response. Any form of confusion or unknown makes her flinch in fear. Control has become a large stipulation to her everyday life, if she has no control of the situation or herself she’ll panic and either become reclusive or lash out in terror. Being monotone and distant from others has become her primary self-defense. The fear of her abilities have suppressed any wish to come into direct contact with others or any foundations of trust. Life was safer for everyone if she wasn’t involved, a [color=indianred][i]stranger[/i][/color]  in every sense of the word.

Like anyone else, she has good and bad days. An untethered storm really. For the most part Senna shows flavors of who she was before the incident for the most part. There are only a rare and few times her sanity slips or one of her triggers acts up and sends her spiraling into her darkness. It’s always quite the gamble with her, hopefully one day she’ll learn to control her darkness and use it as a conduit for her powers instead. 
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[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]superpower[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]They say superpowers are the reflection of one’s personality and spirit. Unfortunately, Senna wasn't gifted with anything as bright and colorful as rainbows or neon. Instead, the events that transpired had harvested and cultivated the negative feelings perpetuating from her that night to manifest her negative and dark emotions into her current power set. 

Her first ability is her power negation, within a five meter radius of Senna’s being eveything becomes a dead zone for any other user with abilities. Having no understanding or control over the ability, the nullification zone only effects those who stay within proximity of Senna and her range. 

Secondly her Darkness manipulation is sequestered since it can cause the most damage and pain. Senna can generate darkness from herself and project it forward to attack her enemies. For now she can form small projectiles in any form, but her true prowess lies in tendrils that she uses from short to medium range to compliment her negation powers. 
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[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]backstory[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]As her appearance dictates, Senna was born to two Polish immigrants from Warsaw. To escape political unrest that had to deal with de-Stalinization after the war. And the road to socialism, which ultimately led to food riots and the eventual ousting of Gomulka. Her parents found sanctity in the confines of American soil. Like most immigrants fresh off the boat, their sights were set on the giant bronze statue of liberty which had the five boroughs in the horizon. Settling in Brooklyn, the couple found their new home. While her father went to work right away, her mother stayed home and cared for the house and sourced income from a side project that dealt with sowing and fabric. Eventually, the two had did as loving couples did and consummated their love constantly. As the decades shifted so did their line of work and living arrangement. Finally with years of wisdom under them, the couple gave birth to a beautiful radiant girl by the name of Daria Zaleski.

Daria led a rather normal life, filled with the love and affection every married couple could hope to give for their child. Daria was born special, her tastes growing up were rather diverse and eclectic. She would dance to her father’s polish folk songs as a child only to be bewitched by the sounds of old school jazz. Daria explored every avenue she could as a child, while she still had her unbridled reserves of youthful energy. Equestrian by the age of 9 to playing soccer in little league at the ripe age of 13, then of course the kiss of the spotlight from acting in drama at 16. Daria did it all and lived life to all of its potential, there was nothing she wasn’t curious to learn or experience. Daria absorbed the culture around her and that of cultures from other countries. Going into high school she picked Arabic as her third language to learn having already been bilingual in English and Polish. One day the name Sana stuck out to her, meaning “brilliance, radiance, splendor” in Arabic, having no middle name Daria adopted the moniker only in the form of Senna. That was the last day Daria would show any radiance.

The Virus, there was nothing like it. It tore through the streets like some rampant plague that was too close to a curse or punishment from God. At first it was only a few isolated outbreaks, there was nothing more than blissful ignorance and assurance the CDC would cure the proverbial disease, despite the death of the prom queen Miranda Shifflett. The timeline had other plans and raged onward, a name, something to attribute the calamity: The Barracuda Virus. Everything transpired so quickly, even Senna was pulled from school by her parents. The girl with no fear who knew no worry saw the fear that riddled the eyes of her parents. They were buying into the fear, the anger that made good people turn bad. Calls were made to Poland, the motherland. Should they move back to Warsaw? They already had their whole lives sunk into America, how could they just uproot their lives to move back? There was also a chance that the virus had already spread to other countries. Senna tried to keep the household upbeat and warm, yet her parents became shells of their former selves. They hardly acknowledged Senna’s presence as they were more focused on packing and listening to the news while keeping surveillance on their neighbors. 

Day after day gave way to higher body counts, people were dropping by the dozens. The public was growing weary with unrest, when suddenly the first form of a silver lining, a survivor with an immunity gene. The flame of hope was quickly extinguished, what’s more was the virus was becoming increasingly powerful with no rhyme or reason to why it spread. Eventually, the virus worked its cold stringent hands into the crevices and cracks of the Zaleski household. The paranoid euphoria only expedited the virus that attacked their immune systems savagely. The first stage of grief was denial, her parents quickly attributed their flu like systems to just that, the flu. Somehow, Daria was unaffected and saw as her venerable parents that had raised her so highly, crashed down like foreigners cast out of God’s heaven. It didn’t take long for their flu to turn into the telltale signs of the virus, with bouts of vomiting and skin lesions, yet nothing attributed to Daria. The next stage, Anger. With their condition only getting worse the virus seemed to attack their brains. Daria remained unchanged because she had the resistant gene, this meant she had held out on them. In their mind, Daria wasn’t returning the gift of life they gave Daria. 

In a hysteria the couple took Daria as she slept and brought her to what seemed to be a quarantined lab controlled by the CDC. Unwillingly and bewildered Daria was nothing but confused and stricken with fear as she was quickly stripped of clothes and identity. Her rights had been surrendered as a human, she was just a test subject with a number on her arm. A room with a singular window became her house, the only people she would see were her parents on the other side and men in white. Standard health assessments became more and more amoral. Eventually tests turned to torture, a halo placed on her head as they drilled into her skull, needles stabbed into her spine while fluid was taken to be tested, every night always ended the same, unconsciousness. With no sign of any cure and their lesions growing in size and severity, what little human empathy left residing inside led to the next stage, bargaining. Before another routine ‘test’ her parents stormed the room to bargain for her release in exchange for all the medical research they had cultivated. If they were to die, they would at least guarantee Daria would live.

Lucid from the halt of anesthesia pouring into her veins, the foggy apparitions of her parents and the CDC doctors played in her mind. The volume got louder until things turned physical, her vision became sharper and came into focus. [color=indianred][i]“Nooo!”[/i][/color] she yelled with her hand outstretched as men in black appeared out of the shadows and robotically shot bullets into the skulls of her diseased parents who had been in an altercation with the doctors. Daria’s powers activated with her sudden surge of emotional duress. Tendrils of darkness exploded from all around her and enveloped the entire room in black. Bullets deflected off tendrils that seemed to grow out of Daria’s naked spine, power had shifted hands. The guards and doctors knew the fear that Daria had undergone these past few weeks, the most subtle hint of movement alerted the tendrils, causing them to strike like a snake. Some doctors were dealt grace by having a tendril pierce their chests. Others had tendrils pierce their mouths, suffocating them as they dug deeper into the body. The guards were thrown against the walls like ragdolls until the only other color than black was red. Daria rose from the cold table and ripped the tubes from her body and simply walked out of the facility leaving carnage in her wake before collapsing somewhere with nothing but a hospital gown on. 

Daria woke up shortly after and went into hiding, the memory of the past few weeks finally rooting themselves firmly into her mind. Experiencing her own stages of grief, Daria went into hiding until the virus had cooled over and schools reopened. Finally able to stand on her own two feet, Daria decided to go back to school and enroll in Midwood High under the alias of Senna and the masquerade of a new hair color. 
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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]extracurricular activities[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Senna spends most of her time being a wallflower now, idly hanging around the rooms of clubs she used to frequent like a lost soul. Senna usually spends most of her time people watching and hanging out atop the local water tower.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]supporting cast[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Piotr Zaleski | Father, [i]Deceased[/i]
Joana Zaleski | Mother, [i]Deceased[/i][/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=indianred][i]other[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=417YOjyl1kg]I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing[/url][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][/hider]

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[sup][b][color=E25107]“[/color][/b]Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? [color=E25107]/[/color] That is the only time a man can be brave.[b][color=E25107]”[/color][/b][/sup]

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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]full name / nickname(s)[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Thor J[color=E25107]ø[/color]rgensen 
	[color=E25107]☈[/color] Pheidippides (Future Hero Name)[/indent] 
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]gender / sexuality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Male, Heterosexual[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]age / grade level[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Eighteen, Senior[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]occupation[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Pizza Delivery Boy[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]physical appearance[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]The mix of Danish and Greek/Italian ethnicity has worked wonders for young Thor, the name even has a certain level of gusto. While his body lends himself serious favors and glances from just about any sex, his face also serves its purpose. Most of his dominant features are from his father and Nordic descent; light brown hair with tinges of gold/blonde on the side, make for a look reminiscent to the cooling of smelted gold. His hair is lightly brushed to the side as the wind blows it in either direction regardless of how he styles it. The outer rims of his eyes, shine with an alluring blue tint, but soon begin to evolve closer to the pupil. Waves of green and brown jet out all around the pupil, bleeding into the blue of the rim. Besides his cream colored skin and strong jawline, from time to time Thor like to keep a short and neat layer of hair around the edges of his chin, just to spice things up. 

As far as his body, that’s where the real fun begins. Nurturing his body as a temple for the rest of his life, he has striven for perfection, peak human form. While not the tallest he does break the manlet bracket by standing at a cool 6’1. Mostly lean muscle, Thor is quite a big boy weighing at just over 175 pounds, mostly made up of pure muscle. Just as women keep track of their bust and waist size, Thor records his body specs. Chest is 44 inches while his arms/biceps are 18 inches with an accompanying waist size of 33 inches. The only bodily imperfection, if you could call it that, is a mole mark on the front neck. Beyond his body his wardrobe could be considered pretty basic, he likes to slip in-between sporty and preppy. His lazy days or sport meets consist of sneakers, preferably converses and a matching sweat suit, usually Adidas, but off brands also work for him as he’s not too picky. To complete the ensemble he likes to wear caps that rest just above his hair. As for school and social outing he likes to dress in body fitted sweaters, dress shirts paired with an open blazer, or a handy cardigan. The three are quite interchangeable, along with his dark washed jeans and/or slacks. [/indent][/indent][hr]
[sub][h1][sup][sub][color=E25107]-[/color][/sub][/sup][color=E25107]✶[/color] [i]I[/i]N DEPTH [color=E25107]✶[/color][/h1][/sub]
[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]personality[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]If there was one word to describe Thor perfectly, it would be [color=E25107][i]Speed[/i][/color]. Thor is constantly moving, it’s almost impossible for him to stand in one place. It’s such a waste of time, there’s so much to do so much to see. Thor needs to live for the now and when he means now he means down to every…single…second. Naturally he’s an adrenaline junky, always looking for his next high the next big score. Thoughts run through his mind faster than he can keep up with. This causes him to naturally speak his mind without process. Some might see him as blunt or rude, but being told the truth can inevitably be quite hurtful. His racing mind isn’t just for show and bewilderment among his peers, he also processes the environment around him, constantly analyzing possible getaway routes or the path of least resistance. If you look closely enough, one might think they saw a streak of electricity coursing through his sclera. Like most millennials, Thor expects results right away, granted the world they live in now, almost all gratification is instant. Again he wants to get to the finish line no matter what. 

Thor might be careless and quite erratic in behavior, but don’t let that confuse his instability with idiocracy. Thor is rather bright, he’s not just the dumb jock who gets away with athletic ability and dangerously good looks. While he flirts with danger, he knows his limits even if he does everything to test them. His love for sciences has been the only outlet to make sense of what happened to him. It almost provides the calm needed for him to breathe it all in. With his wits about him and his speed there’s nothing more he enjoys than competition. Whether friendly or abhorrent, Thor welcomes it all. A rather friendly and easy going people person, Thor searches for people that will challenge him physically and mentally, people of like mind who will push past their own obstacles. In your face and explosive are essentially what make up his whirlwind personality. Can you keep up?
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[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]superpower[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Thor is a Speedster, granted with the super human ability of immense and incredible speed. Thor possess an enhanced physiology suited for movement at immense speeds. Thor’s cardiovascular and respiratory system are many times more efficient than that of a normal human being. Thor’s brain processing speed is hundreds of times faster than the normal human's, so he can operate at immense speeds. The chemical process of his musculature is also highly enhanced so his body does not generate fatigue poisons, the normal by-product of physical locomotion, which force the body to rest. Thor’s joints are smoother and lubricated more efficiently than those of a normal human being. 

While his power set allows for great diversity and overwhelming strength, Thor is still unfamiliar with his limits. For now, Thor hangs around a threshold below that of the sound barrier, while he can keep up with trains and planes, he can’t break the sound barrier just yet. At the moment, Thor’s powers don’t go beyond very novice electrokinesis as a byproduct of generating electrical energy, just because he can generate it, doesn’t mean he can control it just yet. While he can accelerate and vibrate his molecules, his digits are the only part of his body that can properly phase. Finally, accompanied by his enhanced molecular structure and physiology, Thor has accelerated healing which at the moment only heals minor cuts and bruises over the course of a few hours depending on severity.[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]backstory[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent][i]The image of a boy being chased by several rabid dogs through the alleyway takes precedence. His shoes meet a puddle splashing water up into the sky. What appears to be steam? …Radiates off of the boys foot as half his sneaker looks burnt off. A pizza in his grip with his arms stretched out, the alarm on his wrist watch is blaring in his ears as he persistently looks at the minute hand as he checks behind him.[/i]

[color=E25107][i]Record-Scratch, Freeze Frame, Voice over starts to play.[/i][/color]

[color=E25107][i]"Yup, that's me. I bet you're wondering how I got myself into that situation. Well, it all started a month ago”[/i][/color]

Life comes at you fast. Well at least for Thor it had gone by pretty quickly, it was starting to become a [color=E25107][i]running[/i][/color] trend for our young speedster. Thor was born in Liverpool, England. His Father was a carpenter while his mother was a nurse. The bizarre couple managed to meet while Thor’s father was working on a new wing to the hospital his mother worked in. Having swapped glances over the months the project endured, the two deiced to shoot their shot and let fate handle the rest. Things moved quickly, as if the pieces to the puzzle were all in alignment. The two moved to England for better work opportunities as they were both expecting a new member of the family. While things did progress quicker than expected, Thor was no mistake child. Being young parents left the opportunity to fully appreciate the growth of their son and maintain their resilience as he grew. Unfortunately for them, Thor would test their resilience and youth to their absolute limits.

Thor took his first steps faster than any child, in that aspect he was further ahead than most kids. Since a young age he knew he wanted to run for sport. Although he didn’t know what track and field was, the thought was always buried in his head. Instead of looking forward to cartoons he looked out for Olympics sports where they ran decathlons and relay races. Once in grade school, Thor began to run any chance he could. His passion for running was only extenuated by stories recanted by his parents regarding their heritage and religious mythos. Being born to Nordic and Greek/Roman lineage, gave him the opportunity to access two of the most noted mythos concerning gods and men of feat. Had he been born with some Egyptian blood, he would be complete. Regardless, his Nordic roots gave him the powerful name of Thor, God of Thunder. Thunder was all he felt when he ran, the electricity streaking through his nervous system like a virus. 

While he enjoyed the Asgardian overtones, there was something that clicked with him on a deeper level. The legend of Pheidippides. If you’re unfamiliar with his tale, prepare to learn of the man who inspired the marathon. In Ancient Greece the Athenians were at war with the Persian Empire. To keep it short, the outnumbered Athenians managed to drive back the Persian forces in Marathon, the neighboring city to Athens. The Persian militia immediately set sail to the unmanned city of Athens in revolt; to warn Athens, the Athenian army sent a lone messenger to deliver the news and word of their victory. 25 miles and three hours later, Pheidippides arrived after traversing unforgiving terrain to deliver the message and collapse to his death shortly after. Thus integrating the marathon as a way to celebrate his legacy and bravery. This story resonated with the young runner and spurred him to continue chasing his dream in order to have a feat of strength of equal grandeur. Having Pheidippides as his Greek inspiration, also brought about the inclusion of the messenger god Hermes, their similarities were quite doting minus the fact one was a god and one was merely mortal. 

After that, Thor just kept running and never stopped. Eventually, Thor began to gain notoriety in the track and field world. Opportunities opened up left and right with full rides to any University of his choosing. Tired of the English, Thor decided to accept a scholarship to NYU, but first he needed to finish his education at an American high school. Over the coupling months, Thor managed to touch down onto unfamiliar Brooklyn turf. The asphalt and pungent smell was oddly comforting, that was until the air betrayed him and afflicted him with the virus. His timing couldn’t have been worse. Odison and Hermes had bigger plans for the running prodigy. Lightning forked the black sky as thunder roared and boomed, Thor was keeled over in wretched pain before lightning jumped from the sky and crashed into Thor’s body igniting his virus resistant gene. He was fast, faster now, quite possibly the fastest man alive. With his new found power came great responsibility. Securing his chances for the scholarship and his legacy on the horizon, thor had to start small. He joined Midwood and got a local job as the delivery boy for Grimaldi’s except for the fact that he was late today. 

[color=E25107][i]Frame unfreezes, film continues

"Crap I’ve got no choice"[/i][/color] in a flash of an eye Thor disappeared from sight leaving the dogs confused, almost as confused as the apartment tenant when they saw the skid marks in the hallway trailing behind Thor. 30 minutes or less, right?
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[hr][indent][sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]extracurricular activities[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Thor participates in Varsity Track & Field, he fills multiple positions, but prefers to be the Anchor Leg. 

He also spends his off time working for Grimaldi's Pizzaria[/indent]
[sub][sub][h3][color=E25107][i]supporting cast[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Magnus J[color=E25107]ø[/color]rgensen | Carpenter (Alive)
Cassia J[color=E25107]ø[/color]rgensen | Registered Nurse (Alive)[/indent]
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[indent][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57F_JVBkyks]'Cause this is not enough
And I won't wait for them to cut me up
So give me all you've got
They'll never stop until they see us fall
So let's run
So let's run[/url][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][/hider]